Unsend

 Every time I read the letters 

I had handwritten for you 

Each line, each word 

Almost praying for the impossible

Hoping you would stay, 

Wishing for a story to start before it ends;

Now that you are gone, 

A story is left half-finished;

I leave them sealed, 

Gathering dust like my leftover feelings. 

I am glad they never reached your doorsteps.

I am glad I never asked for your address.

Some stories are better this way.

© Suranya